"I wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer."
"Babe, you haven't pegged me at all."
"Not yet," she said with a wicked laugh. "Forget the dance floor. I'm sure there's a locker room or two around here. A lady golfer lounge or something like that. Maybe an extra cloak room or a deserted office."
I loved this girl. I did, I loved her. "Now you're talking."
We slipped out the side door and down the hallway past the entry and the huge stone fireplace there. It was quiet out here, the party barely a murmur in the distance, and it seemed certain we'd find a place to be alone.
Until we ran into Ash and Zelda.
"What are you doing down here?" I asked.
"What are we doing here?" he asked, his arm tight around Zelda's waist. "I could ask you the same question."
"But I asked you first."
"Boys," Zelda said firmly.
With an exaggerated sigh and an equally unnecessary eyeroll, Ash leaned toward me, angling himself away from Zelda. "There's a room back there."
"I figured as much," I said, my voice low.
"Make sure you lock the door," he murmured. "Uncle Bart got lost on his way to the bathroom and…well, thankfully he has no idea what's going on at any moment ever but make sure you lock it."
"What are you, seventeen? Of course I'll lock the fucking door." Matching his eyeroll, I said, "You better get back out there. People are starting to think I'm you and congratulating us on the engagement."
"So? Only a matter of time, isn't it?"
"Get your girl a scarf or something. You left beard rash all over her neck." He glanced back at Zelda as I muttered, "Amateur."
He patted my lapels, saying, "Lock the door. All right?"
We parted, Ash and Zelda heading back to the ballroom as Jasper and I located the door in need of locking. I paid no attention to the room, didn't even look around before popping the lock and shoving Jasper back against the solid panel.
"We have to make this quick," she whispered against my lips. "Anyone could walk in at any moment."
She said this though it didn't stop her from palming my cock over my trousers or edging me closer to her with a leg hooked around my hip.
I groaned into her neck when her rhythm intensified. I pressed my teeth to her skin, not enough to mark but just enough to taste her, to feel the thrum of her pulse beneath her skin. "Then you should hurry, Peach."
"What should I do?" she asked, her hips bucking against mine. "If I have to be quick, what should I do to you?"
"Anything you want." I wanted to tear that dress right off her. If we weren't obligated to rejoin this party at some point, I would. "Anything, Jas."
Her head thunked back against the door as her body arched toward mine. "You're going to get me all wrinkled," she said, her words breathy. "We can't have that."
"Don't see why not," I said, licking a line up her neck. "We can get away with it. We're madly in love and getting married. Of course I'd drag you into the nearest corner to ravish you."
The amount of risk involved in saying those words out loud…fuck. It could all go up in flames right now.
"It seems that we are," she said, laughing. "But I think I'd rather be the one doing the ravishing tonight."
Jasper slid down the door, working my zipper as she went, and before I could grumble about her slipping out of my hold, she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. No teasing, no prelude. Just my cock on her tongue and her lips tight around me. I couldn't see, couldn't think. The only sounds were my own gasps and the pulse pounding in my head. I braced my forearms on the door because I couldn't fuck up her hair, even if I wanted to pull it so fucking bad. Without thought, my hips surged forward and an angry, near-vicious growl rattled up from the depths of my chest.
I'd wanted to hold back a bit. I'd wanted her to set the pace. That was what I'd intended. I didn't succeed. Not when my body was twisting with need like no other, just boiling. I didn't care whether this lasted two minutes or two hours. It was mind-blowing and perfect, and most importantly, I loved her.
"Peach," I rasped, my hand settling on her shoulder. It was the only part of her I could touch. "Jasper, I'm—oh, fuck, I'm—ah, fuuuuck."
She hummed around me and that was the ballgame. That was it. She dug her nails into my thighs, my ass, and every last inch of me vibrated. My hips snapped against her face in fast, almost frantic thrusts. Her tongue worked the underside of my shaft in the most amazing way. There was pale pink lipstick all over me and, for reasons I didn't understand at all, that pushed me over the edge.
A snarling roar came loose from inside as I rode out the bone-shaking spasms and I kept that hand steady on her, my fingers rubbing small circles into her shoulder while she swallowed me down. A shudder moved through me as I continued jerking and pulsing on her tongue. It seemed endless, as if orgasms achieved in moments like these were that much longer.
When it was over, Jasper took my shaft in hand, still thick and heavy and throbbing for more, and dusted light kisses over my skin before tucking me back into my pants. I cupped her chin, tipped her face up, and stroked my thumb over her lips. I loved her.
For a moment, we stayed right there, Jasper in a pool of barely-yellow sunlight and me looming over her. I wanted to tell her—to tell her everything—but there were no words for this moment. And they didn't belong here, not really. This wasn't the place for those confessions. Not the right time.
"Here's what's going to happen now," I said, my thumb still tracing her lips. They were pink and swollen, and I bet they tasted like me. "I'm going to help you to your feet and I'm going to give you a minute to fix your face before we go back out there. Then, we're saying our goodbyes. Don't you dare think about chatting anyone up. If you do, you're the one who will suffer. It's an hour between here and home and I like watching you squirm so I won't be the one to make you feel better until you're stripped bare and flat on our bed. Understand, Peach?"
A rebellious breath burst from her lips and she arched her brows up. "Maybe I'll be the one to make myself feel better."
I held out my hand. There was a second where it seemed like she wasn't interested in taking it but she did. She also ran her tits along my chest as she stood so we were even. "You can try but you won't get what you need."
"Mmhmm." She raked a glance over me, saying, "Seems like we should be on our way then."
25
Jasper
This bathroom gave new meaning to vintage. It was the sort of throwback that was almost old enough to be in fashion again but in an antique, historical way. Unlike the rest of Midge's house, this room wasn't falling apart or the site of any unfortunate bat nesting. It was just really old.
Sitting on the lip of the tub, I ran a hand down the mint green tiles that covered the walls and the border of shiny black tiles capped off the art deco look. The problem was, all of this minty splendor seemed to be in decent condition. It wasn't moldy or cracked or even faded. It was just…old. That, and I knew nothing about fixing up bathrooms, which left me with nothing to do in here.